Chapter 1130
Big Fool Chun, what are you doing?! How many times is this?!
"No, I can't be the only one to suffer!" Da Sha Chun huddled in a hidden cave, his face no longer showing any trace of the disheveled state of a desperate escape. Instead, it revealed a calculating air of "what's the use of trying?" He gritted his teeth and spat, his eyes filled with malice. "Hmph!"
The people around him called him Big Fool Chun, but that was just a polite way of addressing him—in terms of malice and cunning, he was more ruthless than anyone else.
"Since you are so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Da Sha Chun suddenly pulled out a cracked control device from his pocket and pressed the button hard with his fingertip.
Muzhen Star people are naturally wary of each other, but Da Shachun's ruthlessness has long crossed the line. He uses all his methods on his own people. Although his fellow race members are also selfish, no one can stand his outrageous scheming.
"Activate! Final teleportation device!" Da Shachun roared, his eyes flashing with madness. "It doesn't matter if I'm slow! As long as we have enough cannon fodder, we can eventually stop those demons!"
He had calculated the greed and vigilance of his own kind, and was even more certain that this unstable teleportation device would be able to drag all the Muzhen Star people waiting in space over to take the fall.
Deep in the universe, a group of Muzhen aliens were waiting for a support signal when they suddenly realized that the energy within their bodies was surging uncontrollably, and distorted ripples appeared in the space around them.
"Huh? Holy crap! A teleportation device! That bastard!" The leader of the Muzhen aliens had barely reacted and finished cursing when the entire team was swept up by a powerful suction force and instantly pulled into the teleportation channel, disappearing into the universe.
Da Sha Chun, who has always been the kind of person who would kill his own people without hesitation, is currently hiding in a cave, waiting to witness a catastrophe for his own kind in exchange for a chance to survive.
On the other side, Cui Minggang had just finished deploying the search and teleportation equipment when he looked up and keenly noticed the abnormal energy fluctuations in the sky.
The once clear sky suddenly distorted, and the next second, countless Muzhen aliens fell from the sky like a torrential rain. Some of them were bruised and battered before they could even regain their footing. The scene was absurd yet deadly.
Cui Ming stared at the falling Mu Zhen alien, paused for a moment, and then uttered in a low voice, "Good! You have guts!!!"
A fierce combat aura instantly erupted from his body, and he cursed into the communicator: "These bastards, they even dare to come here in droves!"
His fingertips moved as steady as a rock as he pressed the communicator, his commands clear and crisp: "All personnel in position, full firepower! Bomb everything in sight, leave no survivors! Shoot them to death!"
This seemingly impulsive behavior was actually the result of an optimal tactic determined after accurately assessing the density of the group; the entire process was conducted with composure and demonstrated exceptional combat skills.
The Muzhen Star people who fell were dazed and confused. After finally getting up, they felt the unfamiliar surroundings and the familiar sense of oppression, and instantly became furious.
"Holy shit!!! Who did this?!" someone roared, looking around. The next second, they realized what had happened and cursed through gritted teeth, "No way! It's definitely that big idiot Da Sha Chun!"
Cui Ming had already seized the best combat position. Looking at the chaotic Muzhen aliens below, he did not rush forward but kept an eye on the feedback of the fire coverage, ready to adjust his tactics at any time.
His movements were steady and methodical throughout, every step designed for efficient enemy annihilation, showcasing his professional combat capabilities. Cui Ming stared at the chaotic fall of the Muzhen aliens, and uttered the words in a restrained tone: "...Unknown, not bad."
He immediately switched the communication channel and called out in a deep voice: "Calling for air strikes! Requesting support from the bomber Phobos. Conduct indiscriminate coverage strikes on the target airspace and ground clusters of Jupiter aliens!"
"Phobos received, arriving immediately!" The crew's response came through the communicator, and the deafening roar of engines came from the distant horizon. Three bombers, all named Phobos, broke through the clouds, and the bomb bay doors under their wings opened instantly. With a whooshing sound, they swooped down towards the densely populated area of the Muzhen aliens.
The next second, a dense bombardment descended, with aerial bombs crashing down on the ground and into the air. Huge explosions echoed one after another, flames shot into the sky, and shockwaves carried debris and fragments of the Muzhen aliens everywhere.
Immediately following behind, the fighter jets arrived in sync, their machine guns spitting out crimson flames as a dense barrage of bullets swept across the area, instantly tearing apart the Muzhen aliens who were barely managing to maintain their footing.
Cui Ming was a top-notch air raider before, with an astonishingly fast reporting speed and impeccable accuracy.
While moving quickly to avoid the aftershocks of the bombing, he kept an eye on the battlefield situation, his left hand rapidly tapping on the tactical terminal, his voice crisp and clear, without a single superfluous word: "Ten o'clock in the northwest, cluster target; five o'clock in the air, three fleeing targets; hidden remnants in the crater on the ground, follow up with bombs!"
Every command was precisely transmitted to the Phobos crew and the fighter group, and the bombing landing point and strafing range were adjusted instantly, perfectly following Cui Ming's reports for precise strikes.
The Muzhen aliens were already bewildered by the sudden teleportation. Just as they were recovering from the dizziness of the fall, they were engulfed by overwhelming firepower. They didn't even have time to react and were instantly slaughtered in large numbers.
Some of the Muzhen aliens had just opened their mouths to roar when machine gun bullets pierced their throats, spraying out green bodily fluids; others were blown away by the shockwave of aerial bombs before they even landed, blasting them into countless fragments; a few who managed to hide behind cover were also pinpointed by Cui Ming's precise location, and bombs followed, flattening the cover along with the Muzhen aliens inside.
Cui Ming continued to move steadily along the edge of the battlefield, his calls to the enemy positions always calm and orderly, without the slightest panic. Every command was timed perfectly to strike at the optimal moment, maximizing the advantages of air strikes.
In just a few minutes, most of the densely packed Muzhen aliens fell to the ground, and the remaining remnants were completely panicked, only concerned with scattering and fleeing, having long since lost the power to resist.
"Maintain suppression on Phobos, fighter squadrons clear out fleeing targets!" Cui Ming raised his hand and shot down a charging soldier, continuing to issue orders into the communicator. His actions and tone were full of the composure of a seasoned veteran, demonstrating the professionalism of an air striker.
The Wood-Pure Star People never had a chance to activate their transformation ability.
They were already shattered from the random teleportation, and after landing, they were either dizzy and disoriented, their minds blank, and even their instinct to transform had been lost; or they had just managed to get up when Cui Ming's air attack came right at their faces, so fast that they didn't even have time to charge up and transform.
One by one, they were either hit by bombs or riddled with machine gun fire, never remembering that they possessed a transformation skill that enhanced their combat power until their deaths.
It wasn't that he didn't want to transform, but his mind was too fuzzy from the fall to process anything. Plus, Cui Ming's air raids were too relentless, giving him no time to even process it, effectively nipping any possibility of transformation in the bud. (End of Chapter)